You present yourself
Down on bended knee
Face nearly touching the floor
Hands spread and crossed
Out in front of you
Humble
You kneel there, poised
Waiting for my seal of approval
Good girl
Waiting for my next command
A new position
Waiting for me to grab you
By the hair and guide you to pleasure
Humble
As you kneel there
Vulnerable and exposed
Your mind drifts and waivers
As you use all your available senses
To search for me
Humble
Just when you start to lose faith
Just when you think that this is in vain
Your phone screen lights up
You see those approving words
Good girl
And now you become truly
Humble
SP
Seductive Poetry 